Song of Solomon 4
1 See, you are fair, my love, you are fair; you have the eyes of a dove; your hair is as a flock of goats, which take their rest on the side of Gilead.
Nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ, èdze tugbe loo! O, èdze tugbe ŋutɔ! Wò ŋkuwo le abe ahɔnɛ ƒe ŋkuwo ene le wò moxevɔ la me. Wò taɖa le abe gbɔ̃ha siwo le ɖiɖim tso Gilead to dzi la ene.
2 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep whose wool is newly cut, which come up from the washing; every one has two lambs, and there is not one without young.
Wò aɖuwo fu tititi abe alẽha siwo woko fu na teti, eye wole tsi na wo la ene. Ɖe sia ɖe le zɔzɔm eveve, eye ɖeke metsi akogo o.
3 Your red lips are like a bright thread, and your mouth is fair of form; the sides of your head are like pomegranate fruit under your veil.
Wò nuyiwo le abe ɖablanu dzĩ ene, eye wò nu nya kpɔna ŋutɔ. Wò tonuƒuiwo le dzedzem le wò moxevɔ me abe atɔtɔ si me woma ɖe eve la ene.
4 Your neck is like the tower of David made for a store-house of arms, in which a thousand breastplates are hanging, breastplates for fighting-men.
Wò kɔ le abe David ƒe xɔ tsrala si le dzedze tɔxɛ me, eye wotsɔ kalẽtɔ akpe nanewo ƒe akpoxɔnu ku ɖe eŋuti la ene.
5 Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth, which take their food among the lilies.
Wò nowo le abe sãdevi eve ene alo abe sãde ƒe evenɔvi siwo le gbe ɖum le dzogbenyawo me ene.
6 Till the evening comes, and the sky slowly becomes dark, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
Mayi lifitowo kple dzudzɔdonu ʋeʋĩ togbɛwo dzi va se ɖe esime ŋu nake, eye viviti nasi adzo.
7 You are all fair, my love; there is no mark on you.
Nye dzi lɔlɔ̃a, nu sia nu de le ŋuwò, eye kpɔtsɔtsɔ aɖeke mele ŋuwò o.
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon; see from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the places of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards.
Nye ŋugbetɔ, va mídzo le Lebanon, kplɔm ɖo ne míado go le Lebanon. Ɖiɖi tso Amana tame, tso Senir kple Hermon tame, tso dzatawo ƒe do me kple lãkletowo dzi.
9 You have taken away my heart, my sister, my bride; you have taken away my heart, with one look you have taken it, with one chain of your neck!
Wò nu lé dzi nam, nɔvinye nyɔnu kple nye ŋugbetɔ; wò nu lé dzi nam esi nètsɔ wò ŋkuwo kpɔm zi ɖeka pɛ ko, eye nye ŋkuwo lɔ kɔga si nède la.
10 How fair is your love, my sister! How much better is your love than wine, and the smell of your oils than any perfume!
Nɔvinye nyɔnu, nye ŋugbetɔ, wò lɔlɔ̃ vivina loo! Wò lɔlɔ̃ vivina wu wain, eye ami ʋeʋĩ si nèsi la ƒe ʋeʋẽ ƒo atike ʋeʋĩwo katã ta!
11 Your lips are dropping honey; honey and milk are under your tongue; and the smell of your clothing is like the smell of Lebanon.
Nye ŋugbetɔ, wò nuyiwo le vivim abe anyitsito ene, eye notsi kple anyitsi le wò aɖe te. Awu siwo nèdo la le ʋeʋẽm lĩlĩlĩ abe Lebanon ƒe ʋeʋẽ ene.
12 A garden walled-in is my sister, my bride; a garden shut up, a spring of water stopped.
Nye ŋugbetɔ, nɔvinye nyɔnu, èle abe abɔ si ƒe ʋɔ wotu la ene. Eye nèle abe vudo si nu wotu nu ɖo kple tsitsetse si nu wotre la ene.
13 The produce of the garden is pomegranates; with all the best fruits, henna and spikenard,
Wò nuku siwo nèƒã ɖe agble me la woe nye: atɔtɔ, sikɔni, adrike,
14 Spikenard and safron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.
gbe ʋeʋĩwo, agumetaku, sabala, sinamon kple atike ʋeʋĩ vovovowo kpe ɖe lifi, aloe kple nu ʋeʋĩ nyuitɔwo ŋu.
15 You are a fountain of gardens, a spring of living waters, and flowing waters from Lebanon.
Èle abe tsi dzidzi si le abɔ me, kple vudo si yɔ gbã go hele sisim tso Lebanon ene.
16 Be awake, O north wind; and come, O south, blowing on my garden, so that its spices may come out. Let my loved one come into his garden, and take of his good fruits.
Nyɔ, anyieheya, ne nàva; dzieheya, wò hã va! Ƒo to nye abɔ me, be eƒe ʋeʋẽ nakaka ɖe yame. Na be nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ nava eƒe abɔ me, eye wòaɖɔ eƒe kutsetse nyuitɔwo kpɔ.
